Red block on the floor
How did you get there?
Know what you are for,
Or do you care?
A hand put you there
Of that is no doubt
There's no other way
A block could get out.
The toy box is full
Of others like you
So that's where I will
Return you to.
Next time when a hand
And mind will make art
You'll not be it all
But a part.
Together you'll stand
Divide and you'll fall
Intelligent hand
Learns it all.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
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I like this one very much.
ReplyDeleteRegards,
A.J.